It was a Friday. My roommate, Spaulding Gray (writer/author) and I started to hitchhike from Fryeburg Academy (Fryeburg, ME). We were picked up by a guy in a 1956 Ford sedan. The driver said he was going to Boston. Spaulding and I replied, “We are going to Babson College.” Sedan guy said he was actually going just East of there and he’d drop us off at the College. It had started to snow. And it continued to snow. At stop signs, we’d occasionally have to get out and push the car. The snow kept coming. During the ride, the driver confessed that he only picked us up for the extra weight in the back seat.

We did make it to Babson College…. Unfortunately, no fun was had. We woke up the next morning to 2 feet of *very* heavy snow. Spaulding and I made $60 each shoveling snow from that morning to that evening. No party. We did however make it back in time for study hall on Sunday night.

I took that $60 and bought a new pair of ski boots that I had until 1982.

Life has changed quite a bit when it comes to knowing about weather forecasts.